Swiftcurrent Creek la neta

akavir looked quite harried. silvertongue smoothly fell into step with him, though she internally hesitated as she caught the scents of young children clinging around him, as if he had been wrapped in a nursery blanket. ah. the woman from months ago. but she said nothing, noting the strain on akavir as well. silence was necessary, and she kept it, meaning to do so until he spoke.